Ranjoor Singh roared out the order to double forward, but could make none hear, so he seized a rifle from the nearest man and fired it off.

Perhaps a dozen men heard that and began to double.

The remainder saw, and followed suit.
The hail was in our backs.

No man ever lived who could have charged forward into it, and not one of the Turkish sentries made pretense at anything but running for his life.

Long before we reached their posts they were gone, and a flash of lightning showed the tents blown tighter than drums in the gaining wind and white with the hailstones.